My first time with another guy

I'm pretty sure I've never told this story in full before, though I've alluded to my early college experiences plenty of times. When I was compiling scenes for the Brooklyn Jack's College Years tapes, I was trying to remember: Had I actually been with a dude for real by that point? Because I was a total virgin until my second year of college -- I'd never fooled around with other guys in early adolesence, as many men apparently did.

_{Though, believe me, I tried like hell to start something on any number of occasions -- I'd heard of the circle jerk concept, from somewhere, and I was so horny to try it with my friends Brad and Barry. I even managed to get Barry over to my house for a slumber party on a night when both my parents were away (for a couple hours, anyway), giving us a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to sneak mom and dad's copy of The Joy of Sex from their bedroom for a slackjawed perusal. But even the sight of the hairy hippie couple going at it in pencil drawings wasn't enough to overcome Barry's shyness and/or religious guilt, I guess. Me, I'd learned from Judy Blume and Ann Landers that masturbation is perfectly normal, and I took their advice to heart. I think the only time I ever felt Catholic guilt over masturbating was when my cat went missing; I thought if I could just refrain from yanking on my dork for a few days, God would guide the cat back to me. By the end of day #2, however, the rational proto-atheist in me was saying ''For Pete's sake, you know that rubbing it won't make a difference one way or another as to whether Smokey finds his way home... and wouldn't it feel gooooooood?'' (The cat never did turn up; odds are he got hit by a car, but the romanticist in me preferred to believe that he'd crossed paths with a habu, Okinawa's indigenous pit viper.)}

So anyway, I was a virgin until my second year of college. I'd spent my teen years masturbating to visions of hard penis and hairy male bodies, so I knew what I wanted, although at that point I was still barely able to acknowledge, even to myself, that I was even bi. In a diary entry I wrote at the time -- and that may still be intact on a 5.25'' floppy disk rotting away somewhere -- I resolved that ''I need to suck another man's penis and swallow his semen at least once before I die.''

Well, the time eventually came...